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Being the only hybrid in a non-hybrid society was hard, but being a bunny hybrid was even harder.
Most people who read about bunny hybrids tend to have the wildest ideas about how they should act.
Bunnies are soft and cute, don’t mind being pet, get away with having an attitude and they get fed their favorite greens! And they don’t need to defend themselves against other people when they try to pull their ears. Well, that may not be true for all bunnies, but that’s the main gist of it.
Well, not Killer, or Kodi as his mother named him, he likes to think of himself as a bunny who can defend himself quite easily. Just a couple of kicks, a few bites or even just plain out stabbing them works well for him.
Sure, he’s a flirt, sure broke into more gardens than he has homes, and sure, he annoyed more people than he has claws but who cares right?
Apparently, a lot of people do. So he got kicked out. After getting nearly everything taken from him. Yay, fun.
At least he took some of it back, with his trusty knife.
And so, Killer walks into the woods, bounding with determination. A lot of the people at his old home always called him silly or flat out stupid for even believing in a myth.
What myth you ask? Well the one about the guardian of emotions of course!
Or guardians of emotions, Killer means.
It’s apparently about how two kids were given powers and were practically used by the village that popped up there because of some dumb magic tree.
Shitty people if Killer says so himself, you don’t treat anyone badly and expect them to act cooperative with them. Especially over a tree! What’s so special about magic fruit anyway? That sounds like a curse waiting to happen.
Anyways, some bad stuff happened and blah, blah, blah, everyone died and the twins hid the tree from being found or whatever.
Oh yeah, did he forget to mention that the kids were twins? Yeah so, apparently that was thirteen years ago.
Well, the legend lasted long before that, it’s just that the part with the kids that got added later.
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Killer doesn’t notice when he walks into a clearing but he does notice when he trips over someone.
A startled yelp comes out of him before he immediately starts to apologize. What? Just because he doesn’t actually care about people doesn’t mean he can’t be polite when it’s necessary.
And besides, why give them a reason to not trust him immediately?
Killer’s impulsive, not foolish.
“I’m so, so sorry for bumping into you!” His first response is to put on a meek little bunny act, because people always seem to be nicer when he appears weak.
Which is dumb, he would rather just kick someone in the nose and be done with them. Of course, if he did that, they would track him down, ruin his burrow, and beat him up.
He isn’t speaking from experience, obviously, but if the totally-hypothetical situation happened, he would win the fight and dump the person's body somewhere.
Killer looks at the person he tripped over.
Oh, it’s another Skeleton-hybrid. This one looks like a lamb. They’re cute, like stupidity so. The rabbit smacks his head, this is not the time to be finding someone cute!
The lamb looks at him quietly, probably trying to figure out who this is, and how they trip over them.
“It’s… fine.” They replied, sounding annoyed.
Oh. Killer has never heard a voice that he thinks he could listen to forever until now. “Is there any way I could make it up to you?” Honestly, the rabbit could care less, he just wanted to hear that honey sweet voice again.
The lamb is now visibly irritated, Killer wonders how far he could push their buttons. He wonders if-
“You can leave.” Ohhh, he’s a grumpy little lamb. A grumpy little lamb who looks like a prince.
Killer pouts, he wants more. “Can I even know your name? I’m Sparkler!” Killer isn’t an idiot, and neither is the lamb as they narrowed their eyes as they heard his name.
They could probably tell that he was lying.
Good, he doesn’t want to deal with an idiotic royal child.
“You can call me…” The lamb seems to hesitate, biting their lip. They do an okay job at hiding their fear, (in Killer books anyways, other people are just stupid) but their eyes give them away.
Now that Killer’s actually looking at them, they look like a wolf. Huh, they’ll find out why when they get married. Or when they see their family members. If they have any of course.
Their scent is the only reason he knew they were a lamb.
“What about I call you Starry? You’re pretty like the stars.” Killer purred, draping himself over their lap. He loves the pretty blush on their face, and he wants to see it as much as he can. “And may I also have your pronouns, or non-pronouns?”
“Hmpf, that’ll do for now, and use anything that suits you for pronouns. I never understood why the foolish peasants care so much about it.” They scoffed, glaring at Killer.
They have a stuck up Prince act, which is so cute, they act like Killer can’t see that unacceptable fear in their eyes. Killer only likes it when their victims have fear in their eyes, not his future spouse.
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Killer paused with a realization. He wants them. He wants them bad. The last time he felt like this towards someone, he killed them.
Shit.